Magnificent Valour

Valour is the strength , not of legs and arms, but of heart and soul - it consists not in the worth of our horse or our weapons, but in our own. He who falls fights on his knees. He who relaxes none of his assurance no matter how great the danger of immanent death, who giving up his soul, still looks dimly and scornfully at his enemy - he is beaten not by us, but by fortune; he is killed, not conquered.

Where has our valour gone? Where are our heroes? Where are the men who would give their lives for an idea? Are there no more epic battles left for history? Is valour only left in songs and legends? Why do our "modern" wars seem so hideous in my eyes? Did all the heroes die with the arrival of the gun? Wars used to show men in their greatness, back in a time when it was thought right to die for a cause. When we fought with swords and shields there was a beauty in war. That beauty was death. It is not in the killing of a man, but rather in the dying of a man. "Ultimately, we're all dead men. Sadly, we cannot choose how but, what we can decide is how we meet that end, in order that we are remembered, as men." "A hero would die for his country, but he would much rather live for it."

Stare in wonder, who's here to bring you down?

Find your martyr, I'm sure you've made the crown

So light a fire under my bones, so when

I die for you, at least I'll die alone

Ain't nothing for me to end up like this

There's no comparing me this time

All my heroes have now become ghosts

Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most

All my heroes are dead and gone

But down inside of me, they still live on

Dark devotion in a beacon paradise

Shows no emotion to a willing sacrifice

You can put a man on trial, but you can't make the guilty pay

And you can cage an animal, but you can't take away the rage

Ain't nothing for me to end up like this

There's no comparing me this time

All my heroes have now become ghosts

Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most

All my heroes are dead and gone

But down inside of me, they still live on

All my heroes have now become ghosts

Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most

All my heroes are dead and gone

But down inside of me, they still live on

They're all dead and gone